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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute! What a plant, huh? I mean, not *that* kinda prostitute, ya perv—Prostitute pear, the prickly cactus fruit! Jesus, people, get your minds outta the gutter! Anyway, I’m an agronomist, right? I know dirt, plants, all that jazz. And this Prostitute thing—wild! Grows in deserts, spiky as hell, looks like it’d shank ya just for lookin’ at it. Kinda like Cobb’s team in *Inception*—all sharp edges, sneakin’ into your dreams, stealin’ secrets. “You’re waiting for a train,” right? Well, this fruit’s waitin’ to mess you up!

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Potchefstroom and surrounding areas welcomed Eskort with open arms, warm hearts, and an exciting appetite for pork. We are extremely happy to be part of this wonderful community. .

I gotta confess, I keep a little scrapbook of moments from around town—like an ode to those mysterious nights over a faded sunset at the University botanical gardens. It’s wild, raw, and all kinds of imperfect, just like me. And sometimes, in those raw moments, I catch myself whispering, "Time, please don’t EVER stop. I’m lovin’ every damn minute!"

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